Ode to Uncle Frank
By Don Henderson
Never again to be the same
Challenges are gone to play the
Game
Uncle Frank is gone from these
Links on earth,
But it was he who first encouraged
this game
And taught us its worth.
The challenge of the game
still remains out there
But not the same as when
Uncle Frank was here
Days aren't the same, challenges gone,
Why shoot a good score
Without Uncle Frank to analyze and
Analyze some more.
Always I forward looked to holidays and
Summer's late
Golf game mentioned to Uncle Frank;
He'd never hesitate
Sometimes we all played, the Farrells
and I,
That was the most fun;
Not the score,
Nor who won.
Instead, the one shot to be
remembered
And bragged about.
To beat Uncle Frank,
Inwardly we vowed.
Even after he aged and limped
As we played
He still had that one shot that left us
Oft amazed
Just when we thought we had him
Down a stroke,
He'd chip one in and
Grin and joke
Always a perfectionist on the course
about
The game.
If you didn't play pure, he put you
to shame.
Then there was his putting,
Remember this.
When he really needed to make it, he
would
Rarely miss.
Through the years I've saved and kept
the
Cards of score,
In hopes in future years to conjure up
Memories more
As these I pick up, and
Review contents
Mementos and memories flow,
'membrances of
Past events
When Uncle Frank was on the Golf
course, it
Was his stage,
Sometimes his pulpit, and sometimes
His rage.
It's hard to find a real game
These days
The same challenge is past,
As once we did gage.
Work, family, time and events,
Now keep us apart,
But the same game now
Is a different sort
Only memories of past episodes,
keep our minds
Vividly alert
But just as lost balls;
Lost lives, we cannot avert
So, as we still continue to play the
game of life
On earth let us remember, as in golf,
not the score,
but the challenge supplies us
our worth!
I salute the memories of my playing pal
and Uncle
who gave me the game of golf and
more.
Challenged to make one last shot, one
last putt,
one last drive, one last score.
Thanks Uncle Frank for the game to us
you gave,
thanks for being a competitor in life,
showing us all, that in golf, as in life
always there's strife.
But in the end to remember to linger
and cherish the best shots,
the best times
the best putts,
the best lines
Your nephew and playing partner,
Don Henderson
Copyright by Don Henderson
October 15, 1995
Uncle Frank passed away in 1992
RETURN TO FRANK FARRELL SALUTE
By Don Henderson
Never again to be the same
Challenges are gone to play the
Game
Uncle Frank is gone from these
Links on earth,
But it was he who first encouraged
this game
And taught us its worth.
The challenge of the game
still remains out there
But not the same as when
Uncle Frank was here
Days aren't the same, challenges gone,
Why shoot a good score
Without Uncle Frank to analyze and
Analyze some more.
Always I forward looked to holidays and
Summer's late
Golf game mentioned to Uncle Frank;
He'd never hesitate
Sometimes we all played, the Farrells
and I,
That was the most fun;
Not the score,
Nor who won.
Instead, the one shot to be
remembered
And bragged about.
To beat Uncle Frank,
Inwardly we vowed.
Even after he aged and limped
As we played
He still had that one shot that left us
Oft amazed
Just when we thought we had him
Down a stroke,
He'd chip one in and
Grin and joke
Always a perfectionist on the course
about
The game.
If you didn't play pure, he put you
to shame.
Then there was his putting,
Remember this.
When he really needed to make it, he
would
Rarely miss.
Through the years I've saved and kept
the
Cards of score,
In hopes in future years to conjure up
Memories more
As these I pick up, and
Review contents
Mementos and memories flow,
'membrances of
Past events
When Uncle Frank was on the Golf
course, it
Was his stage,
Sometimes his pulpit, and sometimes
His rage.
It's hard to find a real game
These days
The same challenge is past,
As once we did gage.
Work, family, time and events,
Now keep us apart,
But the same game now
Is a different sort
Only memories of past episodes,
keep our minds
Vividly alert
But just as lost balls;
Lost lives, we cannot avert
So, as we still continue to play the
game of life
On earth let us remember, as in golf,
not the score,
but the challenge supplies us
our worth!
I salute the memories of my playing pal
and Uncle
who gave me the game of golf and
more.
Challenged to make one last shot, one
last putt,
one last drive, one last score.
Thanks Uncle Frank for the game to us
you gave,
thanks for being a competitor in life,
showing us all, that in golf, as in life
always there's strife.
But in the end to remember to linger
and cherish the best shots,
the best times
the best putts,
the best lines
Your nephew and playing partner,
Don Henderson
Copyright by Don Henderson
October 15, 1995
Uncle Frank passed away in 1992
RETURN TO FRANK FARRELL SALUTE
